Resurfaced

Resurfaced

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" Yes.. it's a myth that Braigs can never die , some of their parts always remain alive" "Crod HQ.... a beautiful building holding dark secrets. This is the best way to define Crod . As soon as I entered the building, inbuilt scanner started scanning me . As if u could ever find my weapons with such dull scanner, I laughed ofcourse internally. 'Confrence room of directors are on 7 th floor ' board indicated." "The new morning comes with a new beginning. But my life always seems to be constant. Sometimes I feel this bloodshed is my only companion , the rest are passing clouds" Trigger warning - Mention of blood ,torture ,mental health, therapy, violence, PTSD, anxiety attacks etc
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